Chapter 1650: Suppressing the Three Cultivators

Chapter 1650: Suppressing the Three Cultivators

The old man surnamed Yan and Gu Ling and others only heard a loud "bang", and then the sky was full of broken light, and a figure like a bulging shrimp flew out from it.

Jin Xuan's upper robe exploded, and he lay on the ground with his four legs spread wide. In his hand, a round furnace-shaped magic weapon had a sword hole through it and was about to fall.

It seems that this treasure saved his life.

However, looking at the appearance of the furnace with no spiritual power, it has obviously become a waste.

All the cultivators present, including Xing Xiuzhen, saw this scene and their faces changed color.

Although Jin Xuan was not the strongest person in Luoyan Sect, he was a genuine Jindan realm cultivator. There were no more than ten people in the Northern Territory who could knock him away with one move.

What was the origin of this young man, and why was he so terrifying?

"I will kill you!"

Jin Xuan staggered to his feet, his face was covered with dirt, and several teeth were broken by the sword energy.

This was the greatest humiliation he had suffered in his many years of cultivation.

The man opposite him looked young, but he was embarrassed. How could he bear this?

Jin Xuan looked at the broken round furnace in his hand. This furnace was a high-level innate spiritual treasure with extremely strong defense. He spent a lot of money to get it. Now it was chopped into scrap by Ye Xiaobao's sword and there was no possibility of repair.

"Boy, no matter where you come from, I will cut you into pieces today!"

Jin Xuan's face was murderous. He threw away the round furnace with one hand and quickly made a spell. Green smoke filled the surroundings. Driven by his magic power, it turned into a cold and sharp blade, and his head emitted a cold and dead light.

"Wind spell!"

Jin Xuan shouted loudly, and slapped the spell on the ground. The ground rumbled, and the blades all took off, circling and flashing in the void. Wherever they went, it was like a gust of wind sweeping fallen leaves, and everything around was shattered.

This wind spell is a profound wind attribute secret spell of Luoyan Sect. Each wind blade is comparable to an innate spiritual treasure, with amazing power. With this spell, they are not afraid of fighting against Jin Xuan of the same level.

Everyone looked up and saw the spiritual light shining, the cold wind blowing, and they couldn't open their eyes at all. With Ye Chunyang as the center, the ground within a few feet was cracked, and countless narrow cracks were opened.

"This is the power of a Jindan strongman!"

Yang Tiefeng and others were shaken.

Such power can be called earth-shaking. Without forming a Jindan, it is difficult to understand the power of this realm. With Jin Xuan's attack, even if the three of them joined hands, they would only end up being torn apart.

Zhou Xing was still calm. There was a Jindan strongman in his family, and he had some understanding of the power of Jindan realm cultivators. However, under the terrifying pressure of this wind spell, he couldn't help but tremble.

Bao Ting was even worse. He was directly stunned by the aftermath when Jin Xuan attacked.

"This Jin Xuan's magic skills are somewhat similar to those of Master Jin Yi." Master Xing Xiu nodded secretly.

Originally, he did not look at Jin Xuan in the eye, but now he could not help but re-examine him.

However, he looked at the young man sitting motionless on the rock wall, and felt a little strange in his heart.

Although the two fought for only a short moment, the sword of the young man just now was too amazing. Master Xing Xiu had a premonition that if Jin Xuan had not had a magic weapon to resist, he would probably be killed by a sword.

Under the attention of everyone, the overwhelming wind blades had already appeared above Ye Xiaobao, exuding a compelling murderous aura. With such power, even a Jindan Xiaocheng cultivator of the same level might not be able to take it.

"Forcing Jin Xuan to use the wind spell, this kid is quite capable." The old man surnamed Yan frowned and said.

"It's a pity that he is going to die." Gu Ling smiled and shook his head.

The two did not make a move, because the power of Jin Xuan's spell was enough to kill the young man.

But the next scene was beyond everyone's expectations.

Under the cover of the wind blade, the young man was like a rock, not moving at all, and then he gently stretched out a palm and slapped it in the air.

"Boom!"

The void shook, the mountain trembled, and the surrounding spiritual energy boiled like a tide as the young man slapped his palm, turning into a handprint dozens of feet wide to cover the air, and grabbed the wind blade fiercely.

The roars rang out one after another, and the wind blades in the air were instantly crushed, turning into virtual light and flowing around, and soon disappeared without a trace.

The palm print did not stop, and after smashing all the wind blades with one blow, it slapped down in the air, like a huge mountain, and hit Jin Xuan fiercely.

The two old men surnamed Yan almost opened their eyes.

They clearly felt how terrifying the magic power contained in this palm print was. Jin Xuan didn't even have the strength to resist. His feet were directly slapped into the ground three inches, and his muscles and bones crackled all over his body, which made everyone feel palpitations.

Jin Xuan roared, and a ray of light burst out of his body. Then a strangely shaped sawtooth short blade whistled up, which turned out to be his life-saving magic weapon.

"Shua shua" several quick sounds were heard, and the sawtooth short blade circled in the air, slashing on the giant palm several times, and actually forced it back a few points.

"Hmph!"

A light hum came from the front, and Ye Xiaobao didn't even look at Jin Xuan, and pressed back with his backhand.

"Bang!"

The short blade shook violently and was pressed back into Jin Xuan's body on the spot.

"Old Yan, Gu Ling, why don't you take action..."

Jin Xuan's eyes were wide open, and he was slammed into the ground just halfway through his words, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

The corners of the eyes of the two old men surnamed Yan jumped wildly.

Jin Xuan's cultivation was not inferior to theirs, but he was easily suppressed by this young man, and it can be seen that the young man was at ease, and he didn't use his full strength at all, and his body didn't even move a bit.

Yang Tiefeng, Qi Yunsheng, and Zhou Xing felt even more unbelievable.

The opponent's strength was far beyond their imagination. If they had taken action just now, they couldn't imagine what would happen.

"It seems that we have really underestimated you." The old man surnamed Yan took a step forward and said, "May I ask your surname and your name? I ask myself that I have some respect for you, but it seems that I have never seen you in the Northern Territory."

Ye Xiaobao didn't answer indifferently.

The old man named Yan's face darkened.

The other person is very arrogant.

"Your Excellency is just here for the ancient mine. If you take the initiative to give way, you can take a share of the ancient mine, and we will share the rest equally. What do you think?" the old man surnamed Yan said lightly.

"Uh-huh!"

A ray of silver fell, and the old man surnamed Yan had a look on his face. He couldn't help but take three steps back. When he looked again, he saw that the flying sword in the young man's hand was inserted into the ground again, with an indifferent expression.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Anyone who crosses this sword will die!

"We have given you a chance, don't be disrespectful!"

The old man named Yan was angry.

Ye Xiaobao's move was undoubtedly naked contempt.

The young man opposite still didn't answer.

"Brother Yan, why bother saying more? You and I can just work together to destroy him." Gu Ling's face also turned cold.

He stood up coldly and said: "If he wants to monopolize the ancient mine, he has to pay the price with his life."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Ling clasped his hands together, a spiritual light burst out in front of him, and a giant knife several feet long appeared, with strong wind and cold air on the blade.

The old man surnamed Yan also had a cold expression. He pressed the spell with one hand, and brilliance appeared all over his body. One hundred and eight light flags flew into the air, whirling and circling, and a domineering hurricane surged out, sweeping across all directions and ten poles.

"Do it!"

The two jumped up almost at the same time, and rushed forward with their light flags and giant swords.

Dazzling brilliance soared into the sky, and the two golden elixir monks took action together. It was as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling. One hundred and eight light flags flashed to the sky above Ye Xiaobao first, sweeping down violently, and the surrounding rock walls were suddenly cut into pieces. .

Gu Ling touched the giant knife with his palm, and the blade shimmered with brilliance, rising in the wind, and struck Ye Xiaobao in the face like tearing apart the heaven and the earth.

An ear-splitting roar came, and Yang Tiefeng and others felt their eardrums buzzing as if they were being torn apart.

Looking up, he saw that the rock wall was shattered and light shot into the sky. The young man sitting inside was submerged in the light, and no breath came out.

Yang Tiefeng and the others showed horror on their faces. They did not dare to get even remotely close to the battle circle and hurriedly retreated.

Such high-level fighting techniques are too terrifying, and a single ray of aftermath may leave them seriously injured and partially disabled.

Master Xingxiu stood on the spot, calmly waving the fly whisk, and a light curtain covered it, and the aftermath of the three people's fight dissipated on it.

He did not pay attention to the fight in the field, but looked at the mountains here with great interest. If the ancient mine existed, it would also have a great effect on improving his cultivation.

But while Master Xingxiu was silently investigating, his eyes suddenly froze.

There was a violent thunder in the sky, and countless rays of lightning fell from the sky, turning into flying swords that circled around the rock wall, glowing under the sunlight.

"What kind of sword formation is this that is so amazing?"

Xing Xiu's eyelids twitched wildly.

The thunder sword formation that appeared made him feel palpitations in his heart. This kind of power was definitely not something ordinary people could activate.

Master Xingxiu subconsciously wanted to remind him, but the next moment he saw dense flying swords slicing through the one hundred and eight light flags of the old man named Yan. A muffled sound came from it, and the surrounding light faded.

"How can it be!"

The old man named Yan was horrified.

His 108th level is not weaker than Jin Xuan's round furnace. He once strangled a Jindan realm junior monk of the same level as him. At this moment, without any achievements, he was chopped to pieces by Ye Xiaobao's sword. .

At this time, the young man sitting on the rock wall still didn't move for a moment. After raising his hand and making a move in the air, eighty-one flying swords gathered together and turned into a giant sword holding the sky in his hand. The sword light covered all directions.

The long sword slashed across the air!

"boom!"

The sword energy erupted like a volcano, and the lightning shot straight into the sky, striking Gu Ling's giant sword.

The eighty-one giant sword after being integrated into the essence of the blazing sun, under the blessing of the sun, was almost as powerful as the heavenly spiritual treasure. Gu Ling's giant sword didn't even have a chance to approach Ye Xiaobao, and turned into powder and dissipated on the spot.

"Pfft!"

Gu Ling's body flew dozens of feet away, blood and essence surged in his mouth, and he couldn't breathe.

Yang Tiefeng and the other two people's faces instantly turned to death.

These two are masters of the Golden Core Realm.

While smashing one hundred and eight light flags of the old man surnamed Yan with one hand, he could also attack and kill Gu Ling with his sword. What kind of strength is this?

Seeing Gu Ling being chopped half to death by a sword, the old man surnamed Yan was almost dying, and he was deeply aware of the horror of what was happening before him.

He didn't have time to think too much, he picked up a broken light flag and flew back.

Suddenly, a brilliant silver sword fell from the sky, locked onto his body and slammed down!

The old man surnamed Yan opened his eyes wide, and his heart was overwhelmed by fear.

"Senior Brother Xingxiu, save me!"